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What can I say about those parting moments...each expression was poetry...each movement was love's travel through a trail left by bleeding hearts that throbbed as one in that moment...each touch was a memory to be reminisced in the dark hours that were to follow. He was working on a plan that did not include her so he still harbored some hope and as such was the stronger mate in that moment of separation. He knew a few hours of separation will result in a lifetime of togetherness on the other side of it. However, her pain was bleeding him dry...her tears, her laments, her sobs rendered him helpless. Yet these very elements made him more determined. There was a stoic serenity in his demeanor as he consoled her...He let her have as much of him as she could so that the part of him he leaves behind as he walks away would give her enough strength to get through the difficult hours ahead.
Yet, through all that pain there was triumph...of their love, of their belief, of their understanding, of their existence. The kidnapper could only take away a part..an ansh...of their love, but he could never capture their whole...he could never break that whole...How can he? He wouldn't know where to begin? In the end what he perceives as broken will only be an illusion...because he will soon realize that even after all his efforts, all he sees is one entity. The fact that they part for the sake of their love...their son.. is the kidnapper's defeat...and I believe he has been made to realize that by Yash in not so many words. Getting Yash married a thousand times over won't change a thing...
The driveway...the bench on the side of the driveway...these places have witnessed so many poignant moments in their lives. Yash mourns the losses of his love here only. But this time the woman giving him company in his woes was not his conjured-up image but a very living, breathing person because of whom his life has a meaning...inside whom a part of him grows. The handclasp is as unbreakable as their love. He wants to go...not able to see her desolation, but she wouldn't let him. "Please Yashji...a few seconds more...let me behold you for a few seconds more." He has no heart to refuse the plea in those beautiful eyes...eyes that should be dancing with mirth, eyes that should be teasing him, eyes that should be angry at his inane acts...those very eyes drown in tears now. He pulls her to himself. He doesn't only embrace her...he shackles her to himself in a vise-like grip...capturing her essence within himself. And when he leaves, the emptiness makes her break down. You see...she knows not whether these moments will come back in her life or not? The loneliness rushes back in to engulf her in its familiar fold.
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